Well, I have at least three more weeks in my boot. The break has not healed. I am discouraged.
Today it is actually raining. Not heavily, but pretty steady. I hope this continues for a while, so the air and trees and bushes can be washed clean. I love the sound of it. After seeing the podiatrist, I went to a fabric store to get stuff for my foster granddaughter's sewing projects, then to Target for a bunch of random things. I just wanted to be out and not go home.
My friend began radiation yesterday. She has it five days a week for six weeks, so it will be all through the holidays. I hope it doesn't get too wearing, and she keeps her spirits up. I sent her a funny card yesterday. I will be taking her sometimes for her radiation, and she knows I'm available, but I worry.
Last night I watched two episodes of Antique Road Show with my husband. That is how desperate I am. Before that we watched "Holiday" again, with Cary Grant and Katherine Hepburn. Who I really love in that film is Lew Ayers. He's so funny as the drunk brother, but heartbreaking as well, and just riveting on screen. He lived a long life and I remember seeing him in a couple of films when he was old, and loving his presence. "Holiday" is a bubble of a film, perfect for the depression, with it's theme that the poor are so much wiser and happier than the rich. A lot of people needed to believe that then. Yet it glamorizes the rich at the same time. And everybody is playing at being poor, no one really is. But Grant and Hepburn have some real fire in their scenes. They were great together in that, in "Bringing up Baby", and in "Philadelphia Story". Hepburn never had half as much chemistry with Spencer Tracy. Come to think of it, he just had no sexiness to him. But he must have had something that attracted her. Maybe guilt and unavailability.
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